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Wasn't Tryin'

by Tasty Face

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1.
Cantations 05:44
Cantations in my head, I remember what you said, I remember everything. Four legs and mopping paws, grey lines divide these walls, I have a righteous cause. Got stoned off orange peels, I know that's how you feel, I know you keep it real. So long to all those faces I thought I knew. So long to sniffing shit right off your shoe. Incantations in my head, sneaking out for a cigarette, sneaking out behind the shed. I think you know too well, I know you better still, I know you better than any man. See no color, black and white, see no action never trite, stuck to your unruly pride. So long to all those faces I thought I knew. So long to sniffing shit right off your shoe. Say you want no part of love. It's just the feeling of someone else's touch. And spin your eyes to gaze upon the human way and how you feel ashamed of it all. So close your eyes, step aside.
2.
Waking up and you can call him, what will he say? He was sure he could paint you; you're floored. Little boy, where do you go? Try and keep it cool. So if he comes 'round, and I'm not where he left me... I was a giant, the load was on me, try and forget. Shaver your face, bloody boy bred. His hate consumes. River is wide, might as well swim. You're losing your head.
3.
Harley, how are those cuts on your arm healing up? I know I didn't stick around to see if they were sutured up. But that's what friends are for. Seeing you lying there on the floor. And asking what happened and they said it was nothing. Nothing at all. Do you feel like I know you as well as I once did? Feels like I really screwed the pooch when you asked me if I still gave a shit. And i said that I did. And you acted like it was nothing. Nothing at all. Do you really know?
4.
Darcy 06:06
Darcy swims around the bend and flips. I dive underneath her hips. We go past the rocks to kiss a bit. Out of parental eye, under a brooding we slip. Blood in the weeds she says. Darcy lays her head in grass and lends her voice to say she'll never kiss a boy again. She asks her mother for a vicodin. Swear you'll pray, pray for an hour. I want to be fixed. She said I was a loser. Darcy and I walk the fields today. We go down a path of stones and shade. Water over ankles, we dip our toes in sand. She grabbed my hand, said she sees another man in the city she was born in. I want to be fixed. She said I was a liar.
5.
Going down, see you across the road. It sounds only when you know. Keep low it's going to explode. Bug eyed, chasing garden gnomes. See you now, the plan will surely fold. (You could tell me something.) I know something you don't know. (I see it in your eyes.) Keep low, the plan is full of holes. (You've been hiding from me, I know.) Bug eyed, chasing garden gnomes. Going down, see you across the road. (You still hiding something?) I know something you don't know. (I see it in your eyes.) Keep low, it's going to explode. (You could tell me nothing, I'd know.) Bug eyed, chasing garden gnomes.
6.
*Acid Trip*
7.
Daddy Issues 06:13
What I really want to know, are you gonna take me home? Drag me down by the river? Ooo that full moon really makes me want to shiver. What I'd really like to see, is you inside of me. And what id really like to know, do you mind if papa is still home? And I'd really like to see, you sitting in that cabby next to me. Way down by the river, mama sleeping on the hill gives me quivers. And I'd really like to see, is you inside of me. And I'd really like to know, do you mind of papa throws a bone? Daddy give me back my gun, I need it to shoot you. Daddy give me back my gun, I need to shoot you too.

about

Conceived in 2012 by Ian Louda and John Wylie during their time at Temple University, Tasty Face has transformed and matured in the years leading to their latest record, Wasn't Tryin'. The group was rounded out by Adam Mikhail and Pat Farrell, joining in 2014 and 2016 respectively. Over the past two years, Tasty Face worked tirelessly, writing and gigging, all in preparation for what they consider their true debut. Working with friend, producer, collaborator, and fellow Philadelphia musician, Tucker Hill, Wasn't Tryin' is the summation of each member's influence and passion, every song a different color in the kaleidoscopic chamber within which Tasty Face resides.

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released March 3, 2017

Tasty Face is:
Ian Louda - drums, vox, aux percussion
John Wylie - lead vox, guitar
Adam Mikhail - bass
Pat Farrell - guitar, vox

All music by Tasty Face
All words by John Wylie
(except Feather Duster by Pat Farrell)

Additional guitar and keys by Tucker Hill

Recorded at Raf and Sheila's Super Secret Sound Sanctum and the Honey House

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tucker Hill

Artwork by Adam Mikhail

Special thanks to:
Our Families for their continued support
Tucker for his knowledge and general heroics
Neva for effortless cool
Dr. Ty for immense patience and friendship
Cat Hands for brutal honesty and encouragement

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